My dad sent me on the quest for the golden apple. It's supposed to have magical properties and if you eat it, you can gain immortality. Supposedly. Hercules did it first. So it was kind of stupid. [Maybe he sounds a little bitter about this.] He's another demigod. [As explanation.] It's how I got this scar.
[He points at the one going from the bottom of his right eye to his chin. He's noticed her scar as well and finds it a little curious that they both seem to have eye scars.]
Like in the kid's stories? [His mom sometimes had the mental fortitude to read to him when he was a kid. A lot less than he'd have liked and it was hard to read them on his own.] We fight monsters and I guess sort of criminals. But less so that. [He doesn't want to mention that he is kind of a criminal and almost destroyed the world. It's complicated and he doesn't know if he wants the first person he's had a sort of normal conversation with to think he was a terrible person.
Also it strikes him that it's a little bit weird that there's nothing that stops her from understanding what he's talking about. The Mist usually keeps that from happening with mortals and he's pretty sure she is one.]
No problem. [He almost jokes that someone should tell him if someone he knows shows up so he can hide, but it's definitely going to be complicated to explain.]
I am. My mom's a mortal and my dad's...the god of roads, travel, gymnasiums, athletes, diplomacy, orators, thieves, commerce, trade, and invention. [He sounds mostly bored explaining that.] Also the messenger god and he takes the souls of the dead to the Underworld. [He sighs.] His name is Hermes.
he's obviously my best idiot.
My dad sent me on the quest for the golden apple. It's supposed to have magical properties and if you eat it, you can gain immortality. Supposedly. Hercules did it first. So it was kind of stupid. [Maybe he sounds a little bitter about this.] He's another demigod. [As explanation.] It's how I got this scar.
[He points at the one going from the bottom of his right eye to his chin. He's noticed her scar as well and finds it a little curious that they both seem to have eye scars.]
Like in the kid's stories? [His mom sometimes had the mental fortitude to read to him when he was a kid. A lot less than he'd have liked and it was hard to read them on his own.] We fight monsters and I guess sort of criminals. But less so that. [He doesn't want to mention that he is kind of a criminal and almost destroyed the world. It's complicated and he doesn't know if he wants the first person he's had a sort of normal conversation with to think he was a terrible person.
Also it strikes him that it's a little bit weird that there's nothing that stops her from understanding what he's talking about. The Mist usually keeps that from happening with mortals and he's pretty sure she is one.]
No problem. [He almost jokes that someone should tell him if someone he knows shows up so he can hide, but it's definitely going to be complicated to explain.]
I am. My mom's a mortal and my dad's...the god of roads, travel, gymnasiums, athletes, diplomacy, orators, thieves, commerce, trade, and invention. [He sounds mostly bored explaining that.] Also the messenger god and he takes the souls of the dead to the Underworld. [He sighs.] His name is Hermes.